“The city itself swung slowly toward us silent as a dream. No sign of life but puffs of steam from skyscraper chimneys, the motion of the traffic. The mighty towers stood like tombstones in a graveyard, leaning against the sky and waiting for -- for what? Someday we'll know.”

“The blare of the trumpets grew louder, like a deep golden tide surge, like the soft booming of the evening tides against the silver beaches of Valusia. The throng shouted, women flung roses from the roofs as the rhythmic chiming of silver hoofs came clearer and the first of the mighty array swung into view in the broad white street that curved round the golden-spired Tower of Splendor.”

“Upon the brink of the wild stream
He stood, and dreamt a mighty dream.”

“Huge and mighty forms, that do not live
Like living men, moved slowly through the mind
By day, and were a trouble to my dreams.”

“To him the stars seemed like so many musical notes affixed to the sky, just waiting for somebody to unfasten them. Someday the sky would be emptied, but by then the earth would be a constellation of musical scores”

“Goodnight, my angel
Now it's time to dream.
And dream how wonderful your life will be.
Someday your child may cry
And if you sing this lullabye
Then in your heart
There will always be a part of me.

Someday we'll all be gone.
But lullabyes go on and on…
They never die.
That's how you
And I
Will be.”

“There is no sign of leaf or bud,
A hush is over everything —
Silent as women wait for love,
The world is waiting for the spring.”

“What is not ephemeral in individual life, if life itself is fleeting like a dream.”

“The human heart is like a night bird. Silently waiting for something, and when the time comes, it flies straight toward it.”

“Someday he'd be quicker… to be like the sun, which only seems to wander slowly across the sky, yet whose rays are as quick as the blink of an eye. …they reach in one instant the most distant mountains.”